I have a little paint bush,
that sits beside my bed...

I slashed my wrist,
You gave me pain...

Turning my back-
I feel a sharp pain in it...

Stress weighs me down, like weights on a scale.
Yet I do not collapse...

You see me standing there.
You give me that dirty look I don't deserve...

I stand here in the darkness,
all alone...

She lay there on her bed pondering how bad her...
How everything seemed to go wrong and no one...

As she lies there in her awake,
Her life she didn't have to take...